Am I A Comma Clutzsky? Poem by Michael Gale

In school, i was one of the worst, not one of the best...
Always taking, and failing many a test.

I was never, or had any occasion, to be proud...
To abstract myself from this, failure in life, I'd try to be the class clown, all obnoxious, and ever loud.

I was not a jock...
I always was impatient as i awaited the tic toc.

Of three o'clock...
School would be out.

I'd, at least be free...
No more looking like a buffoon, or a funny monkey.

Through life, I'd stumble...
I was not violent, and always looking to rumble.

You might say' That i was a Kama Clutsky, or rather a (Comma Clutzsky) , falling and failing'....
I am now a poet or writer, and am always telling, and spelling.

Let me be brief...
Oh, good grief!

It is now time to end...
This story, has no more length, or bend.

I will always be a Comma Clutzky, till my dying day...
I will, always, have something to say.

You, the reader, please have a real nice day!